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O  Little  Town  of  Bethlehem 

O  little  town  of  Bethlehem, 

How  still  we  see  thee  lie ! 
Above  thy  deep  and  dreamless  sleep 

The  silent  stars  go  by : 
Yet  in  thy  dark  streets  shineth 

The  everlasting  Light ; 
The  hopes  and  fears  of  all  the  years 

Are  met  in  thee  tonight. 

For  Christ  is  born  of  Mary; 

And  gathered  all  above, 
While  mortals  sleep,  the  angels  keep 

Their  watch  of  wondering  love. 
O  morning  stars  together 

Proclaim  the  holy  birth; 
And  praises  sing  to  God  the  King, 

And  peace  to  men  on  earth. 

How  silently,  how  silently. 

The  wondrous  Gift  is  given ! 
So  God  imparts  to  human  hearts 

The  blessings  of  His  heaven. 
No  ear  may  hear  His  coming. 

But  in  this  world  of  sin, 
Where  meek  souls  will  receive  Him  still, 

The  dear  Christ  enters  in. 

O  holy  Child  of  Bethlehem, 

Descend  to  us,  we  pray ; 
Cast  out  our  sin,  and  enter  in. 

Be  born  in  us  today. 
We  hear  the  Christmas  angels 

The  great  glad  tidings  tell ; 
O  come  to  us,  abide  with  us. 

Our  Lord  Emmanuel. 

Phillips  Brooks'  Christmas  Carol — 
Written  in  Philadelphia,  Christmas,  1868 


Oh,  Come,  All  Ye  Faithful 

Oh,  come,  all  ye  faithful,  joyful  and  tri- 
umphant 

Oh,  come  ye,  oh  come  ye  to  Bethlehem ; 
Come  and  behold  Him,  born  the  King  of 
angels. 

Oh,  come  let  us  adore  Him, 
Oh,  come  let  us  adore  Him, 
Oh,  come  let  us  adore  Him, 
Christ  the  Lord. 

Sing,  choirs  of  angels,  sing  in  exultation, 
Sing,  all  ye  citizens  of  heav'n  above : 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest,  glory  1 
Oh,  come  let  us  adore  Him, 
Oh,  come  let  us  adore  Him, 
Oh,  come  let  us  adore  Him, 
Christ  the  Lord. 

Yea,  Lord,  we  greet  Thee,  born  this  happy 

morning ; 
Jesus  to  Thee  be  glory  giv'n ; 
Word  of  the  Father  now  in  flesh  appearing : 
Oh,  come  let  us  adore  Him, 
Oh,  come  let  us  adore  Him, 
Oh,  come  let  us  adore  Him, 
Christ  the  Lord. 
One  of  the  most  popular  of  the  old  Latin  Hymns. 
The  author  of  the  words  is  unknown.    This  trans- 
lation was  made  by  F.  Oakley  in  1841.    There  are 
other  translations  by  Edward  Caswell  and  others. 
The  music  is  supposed  to   have  been   written  by 
John   Reading,   an    English   organist  of  the  18th 
century. 

These  Carol  sheets — single  copies  3  cents;  in 
quantity,  10  or  more,,  1  cent  each;  $1.00  per  100, 
post  paid — are  published  by  Chas.  D.  Kreider,  Naza- 
reth, Pa.    Series  II  contains  six  additional  carols. 

Sheet  music  for  these  and  a  number  of  other 
Christmas  Carols  can  be  secured  from  the  Lorenz 
Publishing  Co.,  70  E.  45th  St.,  New  York;  216 
W.  Sth  St.,  Dayton,  Ohio;  or  218  S.  Wabash 
Ave.,  Chicago. 


SERIES  L 


I 

Silent  Night 

Silent  night !    Holy  night ! 
Slumber  reigns !    Naught  in  sight. 
Save  that  pair  who  lone  vigil  keep 
O'er  the  Child  Who,  in  softest  sleep, 
Rests  in  heavenly  peace.    :  1 1 : 

Silent  night !    Holy  night ! 
Darkness  flies  !    All  is  light ! 
Shepherds  listen  while  angels  sing 
Praise  to  God  and  good  tidings  bring, 
"Jesus,  the  Saviour,  is  here!"  :||: 

Silent  night !    Holy  night ! 
Son  of  God,  love's  pure  light 
Radiant  beams  from  Thy  holy  face 
With  the  dawn  of  redeeming  grace, 
Jesus,  Lord  at  Thy  birth.   :||  : 

Josef  Mohr,  d.  1848 


II 


III 


IV 


It  Came  Upon  the  Midnight  Clear 

It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear, 

That  glorious  song  of  old, 
From  angels  bending  near  the  earth, 

To  touch  their  harps  of  gold ; 
"Peace  on  the  earth,  good-will  to  men, 

From  heaven's  all-gracious  King :" 
The  earth  in  solemn  stillness  lay. 

To  hear  the  angels  sing. 

Still  through  the  cloven  skies  they  come. 

With  peaceful  wings  unfurled; 
And  still  celestial  music  floats. 

O'er  all  the  weary  world ; 
Above  its  sad  and  lowly  plains 

They  bend  on  heavenly  wing, 
And  ever  o'er  its  Babel  sounds, 

The  blessed  angels  sing. 

O  ye,  beneath  life's  crushing  load. 

Whose  forms  are  bending  low. 
Who  toil  along  the  climbing  way. 

With  painful  steps  and  slow ; — 
Look  up !  for  glad  and  golden  hours 

Come  swiftly  on  the  wing ; 
Oh,  rest  beside  the  weary  road, 

And  hear  the  angels  sing  I 

For  lo !  the  days  are  hastening  on. 

By  prophet  bards  foretold. 
When  with  the  ever-circling  years 

Comes  round  the  age  of  gold ! 
When  peace  shall  over  all  the  earth 

Its  final  splendors  fling, 
And  the  whole  world  send  back  the  song 

Which  now  the  angels  sing  1 

Edmund  Hamilton  Sears,  1810-76 


Hark!    The  Herald  Angels  Sing 

Hark !    the  herald  angels  sing  : 
"Glory  to  the  new  born  King  1 
Glory  in  the  highest  heaven. 
Peace  on  earth,  and  man  forgiven." 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise ; 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies : 
With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim : 
"Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem !" 

Ref. — Hark !  the  herald  angels  sing : 
"Glory  to  the  new-born  King  1" 

Veiled  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see  1 

Hail  the  Incarnate  Deity  I 

Pleased  as  man  with  men  to  dwell, 

Jesus,  our  Immanuel. 

Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  peace! 

Hail,  the  Son  of  righteousness ! 

Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings. 

Risen  with  healing  in  His  wings. — Ref. 

Lo,  He  lays  His  glory  by ! 

Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die; 

Born,  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth : 

Born,  to  give  them  second  birth. 

Sing  we,  then  with  angels  sing : 

"Glory  to  the  new  born  King ! 

Glory  in  the  highest  heaven. 

Peace  on  earth,  and  man  forgiven." — Ref. 

Charles  Wesley,  1708-88 


Angels  From  the  Realms  of  Glory 

Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth, 

Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth: 

Come  and  worship,   :  1 1 : 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding. 
Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 

God  with  man  is  now  residing. 
Yonder  shines  the  Infant-light : 

Come  and  worship,   :  1 1 : 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

Sages,  leave  your  contemplations. 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar; 
Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations ; 

Ye  have  seen  His  natal  star: 
Come  and  worship,  :||: 

Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

Saints,  before  the  altar  bending. 
Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 

Suddenly  the  Lord  descending. 
In  His  temple  shall  appear : 

Come  and  worship,  :||: 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance, 
Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 

Alercy  calls  you, — Break  your  chains; 

Come  and  worship,  :||: 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

James  Montgomery,  1771-18S4 


